Verse
D
Well, poverty's bad, war is bad, rascism's bad
G D
Well done have a biscuit.
D
Sing it out loud to the same old crowd
G
If everyone here agrees with me
D
Maybe I should go and sing to the enemies
A G
But no I don't wanna risk it
D
Don't you ever think that it's all a big waste of time?
G D
Have you ever seen a single person change his mind?
[Chorus]
G A
Move along son, don't you know?
D
You're preaching to the converted
G
You might as well go home
A
Move along son, don't you know?
D
You're preaching to the converted.
[Verse 2]
D
Shaking hands, kissing babies, making speeches
G D
If there's a point sorry I missed it
D
Climbing up the ladder where opinion doesn't matter
G
If all my mates believe in me,
D
Maybe I should run the whole country
A G
I bet you can't resist it
D
Nobody's got any good Red songs anymore
G D A G
And Billy Bragg's gone fishing in his four by four
[Chorus]
G A
Move along son, don't you know?
D
You're preaching to the converted
G
You might as well go home
A
Move along son, don't you know?
D
You're preaching to the converted.
[Bridge]
F#m
And I'm sick to death of the dicks on the left
Being just as nasty as the dicks on the right
Em D G D G D G
While the dicks in the middle haven't got a clue
F#m
Everybody is a dick green, blue, yellow or red
Em
Get a bit of power and it goes straight to your head
So take your spin and your need to win
D A G
And stick it up your bum
D A G
And wiggle it around while it's up there
D A G
That's your brain stuck on your thumb
[Chorus]
G A
Move along son, don't you know?
D
You're preaching to the converted
G
You might as well go home
A
Move along son, don't you know?
D
You're preaching to the converted.
[Outro]
A D
Preaching to the converted
A D
Preaching to the converted.